A rebel without a clue.

End of the day. The final section, without tree cover, was hard going. A farmer in  Énencourt-Léage gave me a lift in his electric buggy - a golf buggy for working the Noix trees behind the Ferme - back to the farm, took me to the office,  in an old dovecote, where he gave me water, then brought me to Chez Robins - but they're full. Now I am in a Chambre d'Hotes, but she has retired and only accepts cash for the room. I think she's going to run me to Gisors to get money... But I could probably hitch there and back. Running low on energy I ate all the nuts I had since the UK - one of the only items to escape the wrath of airport logistics. Now I am heading for a shower and repose. It was a lot of nuts and I feel gassy. The gentleman of the house runs me around, but I struggle to make myself understood. It's another area of France: Vexin, but am now cradling a Rebelle Pale Ale in Villiers-sur-Trie and will walk to find a pizzeria later. The wasps are active an...

It's more expensive to sit outside than at the bar for coffee. I thought it was for the fine view of the carpark which is where the Marché was yesterday... Slept wonderfully and overslept too. I was hoping to get to the centre just on seven. But I was a couple of minutes late. No toilet visits in the evening and no outside disturbances: staying in the centre would've been slightly more difficult? Bastille Day - to celebrate the end of a regime - is marked by military parades. Ha ha ha ha. It's so phoney! One lot of individuals controlling the populace - the Ancien Regime - and now another lot Macron's cronies? Time to count the bites and deposit last night in the usual manner before Day One of several gets underway? The early human escapes the plague of Bastille Day.  The overthrow of one set of tyranny for another set: Ancien Regime to Bourgeois. Divine right to enlightened might. Off I go again. Vets Beauvais Compostelle!

Off with the facial hair and also the little head hair which sprouts from my BB bonce - €20 behind the Marché Square - there doesn't appear to be a Halles. Too many wines last night on a very empty stomach. All I can do today is stay away from all forms of café/bar this evening. I will walk tomorrow early. But where am I going? And can I be bothered to head to an out of town sportswear shop? One of the hosts (Christian) is willing to take me a little later, but I need to speak to the insurance company and find out what I can do to get funds asap? The shop offers pèlerin 20% discount. There is a department store around the corner and I've seen a shop which sells backpacks near the Marché. Perhaps losing my baggage puts into perspective what items I really need and will miss: Victorinox  Swiss army knife, the Karrimor vintage ruckpack and a nylon brush I've used for years too. And the sleeping bag... ... Back in the Grand Place (know locally as Place Jeanne Hachet...